They are not many
Those who wander in the darkness
They are not many
Those who roam alone in crowds
They are not many
Who travel new roads every day
They are not many
They will never be many
But in them
shines madness
The madness which will burn you
The madness which will delight you
The madness which will haunt you
And make you come for more
They are not many
They will never be many
To them we owe
our dreams
our passion
our desire to be free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They are not many but to them our dreams, passion, desires are owed!